from the dark side...

i cannot believe i allowed myself to be swallowed up. feeling the only thing that truly hurts is the hollows hush. felt is the word i'm curious to find in real life. n there's a place that's better than here before death n i don't wanna die. i'm just tired of spending so much time all by myself. only if i could let someone in n give to me some genuine help. turning the light on under the covers just to make me laugh. i'm not broken, i'm fully intact. i could just use a conversation that can stick to the facts. with a tongue that taste my name n then slides up my face. just to watch my expression trying to get away. yet who am i to ask for so much when i'd rather like someone before expressing luv. as here i am sitting alone calling out from the dark side. someone make a squeak, a sound, just lemme hear ur voice. i've been doing this for so long n wanna overcome the empty void. although the last thing i want is to be recognized as a whore. bcuz who i was yrs ago n who i am are opposing norms. i just want something more than a fuck to fling. a moment that never sees the morning's need. quietly kept i'm over how i talk to myself when no ones around. but it's prolly just another want to lift me up from feeling down...